My anti-black movement
Growing up in apartheid South Africa I remember tracing my fingers along the metallic sign on park benches. I traced the words “Nie Blanke”- No blacks. At age 5 I vividly remember wondering the injustice of why no blacks were allowed to sit on the park benches. I remember the Putco busses that Blacks were forced to take as they were not allowed to live in our cities. One of the weirdest memories was of walking to the store as a 6 year old to buy a loaf of blue ribbon bread for 99 cents or a newspaper for my father. Along the way if a black person was coming the other direction, he would step off the sidewalk for me. I never realized that this was actually a rule in apartheid South Africa. As an innocent loving child I was blissfully unaware of a lot of the undercurrents of that era. Am I a racist? Absolutely not! I respect all people. Please don’t judge this post prematurely.
This post is not about people, it’s about color. Specifically, it’s about women and little girls dressing themselves in the color black. I understand it’s slimming, versatile and unobtrusive but I have serious issues with it.
In the animal kingdom the males rule in beauty and I marvel at their crazy array of colors and plumage. In the human sphere women totally rock the beauty department. It would make sense for a woman to dress herself in her unique beautiful way, with color. Color was put in this world for us to enjoy and to use.
Having never had a little girl I often gape at them dressed in black. I know if had a daughter she would dress reflecting the beauty she is, expressed with color.
I once read of a traffic cop who pulled over a car full of women speeding to a wedding. When he looked through the window he exclaimed, “oh my, I didn’t realize you were going to a funeral!” He let them go without a ticket. This is exactly my point. The color black does not celebrate life; it’s a color of mourning for a reason. There’s a reason religious Muslim’s wear a black burka.
Sorry if this rubs you the wrong way, but dressing in black is one of my pet peeves. I rarely will be found wearing black. Is it slimming? You bet! Is it easy? YES! But is it what makes a woman/girl reflect her uniqueness and beauty?